Page 126 of Knot My Sin

Slow and steady. I can’t help Wren or Flynn if I fuck this up.

“She belonged to him first,” he says with a shrug. “I needed some capital, and he said he’d help me if I found her.”

“Motherfucker,” I grunt. That’s all the time I give Shaw to pull away the knife as my foot meets Crowson’s face, knocking him out.

“The guards belong to Crowson,” Shaw roars. “Kill them all!”

Screams and yells rage through the room as the rest of the guards are dispatched. I think Crowson forgot that when push comes to shove, every single one of us is deadly. Even the daughters of the mafia bosses and made men have been taught how to defend themselves, because this life is dangerous.

Corbin stalks through the room to stand in front of us, a butcher knife in his hand. God only knows where the hell he found that when there’s no food being offered tonight.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he growls.

“Your brother is an asshole,” I mutter. “He orchestrated the guards being switched last minute so they’d be his men, and alerted the man who had abused my omega for years that she was here.”

Corbin’s covered in blood, and it makes his glare even more intense as he looks down at his brother who is currently sprawled out on the floor.

“For what purpose? After what happened to Hillary…”

“Money,” Shaw grunts. “There’s a lot of unanswered questions I don’t have the time to torture out of him, because both of my omegas are missing.”

Corbin slowly pales in horror as he nods, motioning for some betas to come help him with his brother.

“Go, get your mates,” he rasps, forcing in a breath. “I’ll take him to one of the warehouses to hang until you return with them.”

My boss has a lot of faith in us, and I can only nod.

“What do you need?” Callum Kelly asks.

“A quiet place to track Flynn and Wren,” I tell him, looking around for Ambrose. Stalking toward us, his dark eyes are deadly as he waits for a report.

“Of course,” Callum says. “That’s the least we can do. I’m so sorry.”

I refuse to respond to that as he walks deeper into the house to give us a space to work.

“We’re going to interrogate everyone, including the last of the guards who are alive before we kill them,” Callum says as he begins to shut the door.

“Hey, Callum?” Shaw says, as he looks down at his hands. They’re surprisingly free of blood, though his face and clothes are covered in it.

“Yeah,” he grunts.

“Find out if Crowson knows where Trey lives, please,” Shaw says politely as he pulls out his phone to see where the tracker has them placed. “I want to see exactly how close they were, since Trey typically won’t let anyone go there without being blindfolded.”

“Got it,” he says. “How do you plan to find them?”

“I had them chipped with trackers when they were sleeping,” Shaw explains. “I had a feeling something would happen tonight, and I don’t dick around with my people.”

“Fucking alphas,” Callum mutters as he leaves, as if he’s not one. Rolling my eyes, I push Ambrose to the bathroom with me to wash our hands. Dried blood is a pain in the ass to clean off later.

“What do you see?” I ask Shaw as I scrub my hands.

“They’re moving really fucking fast,” Shaw says, confused. “Wouldn’t we have heard a helicopter?”

“Not necessarily,” I sigh as I scrub faster.

“Motherfucker,” Ambrose growls. “I hope you’re prepared to break a lot of speeding laws tonight.”

“Bet on it,” Shaw growls. “Clean up, grab your weapons, and then we’re off to find our omegas.”

---